I saw a rainbow today.

its presence and beauty so severe, I cried

balled tears that fell to floor with me,

on knees, in praise and gratitude for the vision,

to those that made me see it.

I wondered why it affected me so much,

and realized,

that despite the onslaught of storms that I have weathered,

for seemingly so many moons,

I could not recall seeing a rainbow in many years.

Too many.

The rainbow, a most beautiful vision, salvation it brings.

Invading you through sight to mind,

penetrating your truth to know . . . .

the storm is finally over.

At least, for a little sum of time.

What a welcomed sight to mind.

What a rainbow to appear,

and turn the state of tide.